~ This Wolf's Soul 2 - Memories ~

You continue to stare at Nero with blank eyes.
Nero stares back at you, his eyes just as wide.
"Why are you staring at Nero?" the ragged wolf said, puzzled. As if what he said was no more unusual than moss on a tree.
"I died? How am I alive then? What are you talking about? How was I killed?" you probe further into Nero, starting to get suspicious.
"Nero sees you truly know nothing. That's good, my friend. That means Nero can trust you," Nero continued cryptically. "If you were one of them, Then surely you would have retained your memories. But no matter, this must be the work of Starpack. A natural miracle. Now tell Nero, what's the first name that pops into your head?" asked Nero, padding over to a crack in the wall of the cave. He set himself busy with pulling wads of dried leaves out of it and laying them out in rows in front of him.
You frown. Can this wolf answer any question straight? Anyway, he seems to mean you no harm, so you decide to cooperate him him, but suddenly the sharp smell of the leaves hit your nose. It stinks horribly.
"Eww," you say, wrinkling your nose.
"Eww? That's an odd name," Nero mused, smirking.
You sigh. Hmm.. name... you try to remember anything, closing your eyes and concentrating. The herbs intrude on your senses, however, and you only succeed in getting a headache.
"Nothing," you mumble, rolling over (ever so slowly) in hopes of escaping the scent.
Nero sighed, too. "Well, that's too bad, but it was worth a try," Nero reasoned, choosing some of the leaves on the floor, stacking them up, and pushing them over to where you lay. He looks at you expectantly.
You can see with your head sideways the odd heart-shaped leaves. They were a dark red with small white spots, and a fine powder covered the leaves. "What is it?"
"It's a new type of herb Nero found. It has worked before for amnesia with Nero, so it is bound to do something with you. Nero named it neve cuore, that means snow heart," the shaman said. As he spoke, you noticed his eyes shone gleefully, and he resumed carefully laying out more rows of herbs.
You hesitantly paw at the herbs. If they smell that bad, how do they taste? Eventually you resolve to get it over quickly, so you close your eyes, scrunch up your nose, and gulp down the leaves, gagging a bit. After your eyes tear up and you lap up water to get rid of the taste. Nero sees you and blinks, surprised.
"Nero was going to get some honey to make it easier to swallow..."
You roll your eyes. Well that was pointless...
Nero seemed rather impressed, and he got a honey comb out of the crack for you even though the taste was gone. Suddenly, as you see the golden-colored liquid, you remember something.
"I remember golden fur. Beautiful," you blurt out, eyes going far away.
Nero got up and came over next to you, looking concerned and a bit scared. "You remember something? That's impossible! Unless... No... they wouldn't do that on purpose..." Nero flattened his ears and put his paw gently on your forehead. "If you have a fever, it could be a false memory..." He put his paw back down and shook his head. "Even if you remember something, fur color? and golden? It is normally a name at first, or a place..." He seemed troubled, and lay down in the corner that appeared to be his nest.
You continue to gaze away and remember a fast river. You begin to shudder, remembering the freezing water in your fur.
It was some time before Nero noticed you shuddering and came over again. "What now?" He seemed annoyed to be disturbed from his thoughts.
"Cold..."
"Well of course you're cold! It's the middle of frozen-water!" He snapped, pointing his muzzle to the entrance of the cave. For the first time you notice the leaves on the ground outside. But in front of you the leaves' dead color somehow grew more dead, and their color faded away entirely. When you see the trees beyond, they shone a pale silver, and the moon above grew fat and red. The ground around you and the den, Nero even, fell away, leaving only those dead leaves and the blood red, ominous moon. Moon.
"Where am I?" you ask, speaking to no one in particular. The moon above seemed the only one there, and it seemed awfully lonely. "Is this where I died?"

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